I no longer want to be famous but I do think about how I would like to be remembered

I was travelling to a literary festival recently when I realised that Julian Barnes and David Mitchell were both on the same flight.
As the plane took off, I started to have my usual thoughts, ie what happens if the engine explodes and we all die in a ball of metal and hellfire, I hope my parents don’t go through my bank statements and realise how much I’ve been spending on pedicures and cocktails, no one at my funeral had dare utter the words “she wouldn’t want us to cry”.